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[color=#008b45][H2]ASAHI GOROSHI[/H2][/color][/center]

Things were rather confusing to say the least. The show wasn't due until some time, but he felt like he only had seconds to live. Everything felt so... Intense. It was an odd feeling. Asahi had fought to the death before, get jumped by thirty guys, and even ran from the police, yet doing something like this festival song-and-dance seemed so much more... Important. Was it because he wasn't doing this for himself? Before, Asahi only got into trouble because he was being a fool, and other fools he calls his friends were just riding on his coattails. Now he had other people, followers even, who Asahi has never really interacted with before who were following him for what he says and what he does, instead of who his family is. He wonders if they even know what sort of things he and his folks do. Asahi wondered if it mattered.

Speaking of family Asahi received a message that made his eyes grow wide. [color=008b45]"Guys... Guys. I'll be right back."[/color] Asahi abruptly left the backstage. He saw Retsu leave through another door and he was certain she received the message too. But she didn't matter right now. [color=008b45]"I can't believe he's here. Why is he here? Why wasn't I told about this? I never even told dad about this..."[/color] Asahi never really talked about his family to anyone. It was just background fluff as far as he cared. He was Asahi first, and Goroshi second. Sure his dad makes him out to be the pride of joy of the family, but... Asahi wanted to keep being himself. He didn't care for the responsibilities or these duties thrust upon him. Perhaps he was just lazy. Perhaps, just a slight bit, Asahi didn't like the role he would be forced to play.

But at the same time, family was important to him. Some edgier folk might claim that family and the love it brings is weakness or painful, and there's no doubt that they are. But it's one of those things that Asahi can't honestly say he can live without. There was some things you can't do without family, or rather, the love that comes from being part of a family. Stupid things like annoy someone about little holes and stains in their shirts, or how their bathroom smells, or how they organize their clothes. And it's being part of a family that allows you to burden more serious things, things that only a true friend, or your own family can tolerate. Pretty much everything Asahi does he's only able to do because he has folks who care about him enough to watch his back, no matter how many times he messes up.

Even if they have to pay for it.

Asahi arrived just in time to see a black sedan pull up near the front entrance of the festival. Large men dressed in fancy suits came out of the car, and when they opened one of the doors a fairly plain and plump looking make, shaking and walking with a cane, came out with a younger woman assisting him. [color=008b45]"Uncle!"[/color] The man, Asahi's uncle, didn't seem to really pay attention to Asahi. In fact his eyes weren't really focusing on anything, just sort of staring off in the distance. One of the eyes seemed dead and was just looking down at the corner. A slight bit of drool was forming at the old man's lip and occasionally when he coughed it sputtered into a messier glob of saliva, which was promptly cleaned up by his assistant. All in all, this fat, rather unattractive, brain damaged man was approached by both Asahi and Retsu in an embrace. Their uncle came to visit them.

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[color=#cd2626][H2]RETSU GOROSHI[/H2][/color][/center]

Retsu found this entire festival to be a complete and utter waste of time. She may not particularly like DGO, but even she felt like she could be much more productive there then here. Why on earth Yoshino gave Asahi any sort of responsibility for the Black Guild was beyond Retsu, and it was something the two were going to have a very lengthy conversation about. The red-headed step-sister had a very clear dislike of her biological brother and Yoshino knows it very well. Yet still the student counsel president, in her infinite wisdom, decided to make that fool in charge of this event. And including all the other responsibilities Yoshino and even her cousin Yuuno had to do, she chose to get Asahi involved, the same boy who can't seem to settle personal matters without involving ten other unrelated people.

It was times like this that Retsu wished she wasn't related to Asahi, or the Goroshi's in general. People say that you shouldn't care about who's family you were born into, that the only thing that really matters is what you do with your life. But that kind of thinking was usually thought by those with the prestige of bring born with a rich and powerful family like Chiyo. It was a privilege that you can't simply work for; it's not as if an embryo can work hard enough to be born into a family that doesn't have any stress or worries. It's the sort of unearned advantage that would let the likes of Eris have all the awesome skills and possessions she wanted without ever having to break her back or plot years in advance to make happen. Begrudgingly, even Retsu had to thank her luck that being part of the Goroshi family has given her ample means to learn the skills she has now, if only to one day escape their clutches and pretend that she was able to carve out a future for herself.

Because despite how much she hates the Goroshi family and what it would mean if she remained one of them, they weren't all bad. They weren't so black and white that Retsu could damn them without any hesitation. When she received a notification through her chip Retsu immediately dropped what she was doing and left. She didn't pay attention to anyone who called out to her or tried to stop her. She had somewhere she needed to be and she wasn't going to let anything get in her way. Bobbing and weaving through a crowd, pushing people down if they proved too thick to slip past, and Retsu eventually arrived at the entrance of the festival. There, a black car had just arrived. Large men in suits, obviously bodyguards of some sort, came out and were scoping the area. When the door opened, a pudgy man with a notable limp and a dopey face came out.

[color=cd2626]"Uncle..."[/color] Retsu's uncle, the brother of Retsu's father. Despite only be forty years old he looked like a man in his sixties, his clothing baggy and outdated even by the standards of other middle aged folk. He was wearing a brand that was at least sixty years old, and certainly looked like they were just as old. There were stains and holes in about every part of his garment as if he was some homeless bum, a sharp contrast to the finely dressed men protecting him and the sophisticated looking lady escorting the old man. But it wasn't as if he was looking like this because no one cared; he wore these clothes because that's what he wanted. An old warrior with his wounds, who never got the chance to die in battle. A reminder that not all scars tell a story about a epic battle or some heroic fight. They're just wounds upon wounds that would break even the strongest steel into a brittle, weakened stub. Yet despite his unappealing appearance and his rather pungent odor, Retsu went and gave this man a hug, even doing so alongside Asahi. Because this man was Retsu's uncle, and it didn't matter what he looked like.